In the beginning of our life
We remember nothing
Of that world we came from.
Floating sweetly, curled in repose
Sucking thumb, I suppose
Resting quietly we did sleep
Within the womb
Where I think, life was sweet
No sorrow, laughter
Or mocking grins
Life was simple way back then.
We came to this world I think
Remembering nothing of that life
A world innocent and sweet.
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2016
